Vain Wretch! fupprefs thy knowing Pride; Mortifie thy learned Luft: Vain are thy Thoughts, while thou thy felf art Duft. II. Let Wit her Sails, her Oars let Wisdom lend; Yet cease to hope thy fhort-liv'd Bark shall ride Still 'tis farther from its End; And, in the Bofom of that boundless Sea, With daring Pride and infolent Delight Your Doubts refolv'd you boast, your Labours crown'd; And, "ETPHKA! your God, forfooth is found Incomprehenfible and Infinite. But is He therefore found? Vain Searcher! no: Let your imperfect Definition fhow, That nothing You, the weak Definer, know. IV. Say, why shou'd the collected Main It felf within it felf contain? Why to its Caverns fhou'd it fometimes creep, And with delighted Silence fleep On the lov'd Bofom of its Parent Deep? In comely Discipline, and fair Array, Till Winds and Tides exert their high Command? Then prompt and ready to obey, Why do the rifing Surges spread Their op'ning Ranks o'er Earth's fubmiffive Head, Marching thro' different Paths to different Lands? V. Why does the constant Sun With measur'd Steps his radiant Journeys run? Love the just Limits of it's proper Sphere? With prudent Harmony combine In Turns to move, and subsequent appear, VI. Man does with dangerous Curiofity These unfathom'd Wonders try: With fancy'd Rules and arbitrary Laws Matter and Motion he restrains; And study'd Lines and fictious Circles draws: Lord of his new HYPOTHESIS he reigns. From this last Toil again what Knowledge flows? That all his Predeceffor's Rules Were empty Cant, all JARGON of the Schools ; That he on t'other's Ruin rears his Throne; And shows his Friend's Miftake, and thence confirms hist VII. On Earth, in Air, amidst the Seas and Skies, [own. Each Hour repuls'd, cach Hour dare onward prefs; And levelling at GOD his wandring Guess, (That feeble Engine of his reasoning War, Which guides his Doubts, and combats his Despair) [and live. Can tell us whence all BEINGS are, and how they move Thro' either Ocean, foolish Man! That pregnant Word fent forth again, Might to a World extend each ATOм there For every Drop call forth a Sea, a Heav'n for every Star. VIII. Let cunning Earth her fruitful Wonders hide; And only lift thy staggering Reason up To trembling CALVARY'S astonish'd Top; Then mock thy Knowledge, and confound thy Pride, Sustaining Explaining how Perfection fuffer'd Pain, Then down with all thy boafted Volumes, down; Weep out thy Reafon's, and thy Body's Eyes; IX. T Then Faith, for Reason's glimmering Light, fhall give Her Immortal Perspective 3 ani nĩ quildad yif And Grace's Prefence Nature's Lofs retrieve:o su T Then thy enliven'd Soul fhall fee, 2 That all the Volumes of Philofophy, ma¶ idl TO THE COUNTESS of EXETER, WHAT Playing on the LUTE. : HAT Charms You have, from what high Race Have been the pleasing Subjects of my Song: The PERSIANS thus, firft gazing on the Sun, t Admir'd how high 'twas plac'd, how bright it fhone; But, as his Pow'r was known, their Thoughts were rais'd; And foon they worship'd, what at firft they prais'd. ELIZA'S Glory lives in SPENCER'S Song ; ; 257 ? And COWLEY's Verse keeps Fair ORINDA young. That as in Birth, in Beauty You excell, le ali ba^ The Mufe might dictate, and the Poet tell Your Art no other Art can speak; and You, " Strange |